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Olwing

gifts

Submitted by Olwing on July 26th, 2010
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Now he is gone I can try to absorb what has happened. I am so used to his presence it seems strange to sit alone in the space two have filled. I thought the nights here were silent; now I hear the spaces where his breath is not, the rasp of his thumb over his emerging beard, his rare laugh.

Found him!

Submitted by Godrich on July 23rd, 2010
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I found him. Damn me but I am almost pleased to see the old dog! Come up behind me while I was talking to one of the northerners. Quiet on his feet as ever. He gives me a bit of a smile ... he remembers that fight in the inn. No grudges on my part, won fair and square he did. Worth it, to see the expression on her bloody face as she bundled us out of the door. Man... she was wroth! But a lass like her, see, she knows nothing, nothing, about fighting men. What can a bloody girl know about what we need to do?
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The King's Man and the Faithful

an ill fated hunt

Submitted by Olwing on July 19th, 2010
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I was soaked to the skin, he lost his bow. All because of a fool's argument over whether he or I should be the first to jump a stream. I was quite correct, of course, but he would deliberately choose otherwise. And now look at us, all my clothing spread out before the fire and both of us cold and cross under the fur and nothing to show for the hunt. No white susi, whatever it is.

oasis

Submitted by Olwing on July 13th, 2010
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I wake to the nagging of my bladder. I ask it, is this really necessary. Like an insisting child, it keeps returning to my conciousness. But I am so relaxed. In the charmed circle of the fire, nestled in the furs, I am finally warm. The thought of deliberately leaving this nest ... but no... there it is again.

The oncoming storm

Submitted by Filrean on July 10th, 2010
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They stood together overlooking the valley that housed the stronghold of Esteldin, her hand resting on his as they spoke of what was to be, of the hunt that must now happen and of how Filrean would be of help to him, despite not being able to go along on the hunt.

kinswoman

Submitted by Olwing on July 6th, 2010
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We met a kinswoman of his in the pass. A fortunate encounter, he was unsure where the nomads were camped. She directed us down to the part- frozen lake, over a trail of ice-encased slithering stones. A broken arm itching to happen.

first night

Submitted by Olwing on July 2nd, 2010
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I am alive. Snow is not so bad. My first night, my first snow. Wolves in the wind, but nothing to truly disturb us. We camp in the high pass, on the snow itself. It is wetter than I thought, sticks to branches, falls with a heavy plop from the trees. The movement of the occasional bird sends it falling, like a rain of droppings, white and sticky.

copper topped trouble

Submitted by Olwing on June 28th, 2010
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Godrich will continue my work here, as I go northward. I am disappointed with Amlarad's disinterest in what I told him regarding the copper haired lass. Perhaps he was preoccupied with his 'test'. I do not know. I hope that I would put information that affected my land above some test. Perhaps these northerners are too proud to listen to any other than themselves.

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Submitted by Amlarad on June 26th, 2010
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And so I was asked...myself and Calenglad have never seen eye to eye on most matters, yet there is a grudging respect for one another, he plays his part well and commands a measure of order and respect amongst the wardens here at Tinnudir. I pass through, when needed, often alone. And so it was that I expected to retire by a makeshift camp, at peace with my thoughts as I look upon the blue lady's realm. How I love her beauty, and that which she weaves upon Nenuial's waters at the twilit hour. And so I was asked.

trust

Submitted by Olwing on June 25th, 2010
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North then, and further north into the snow. I am unsure whether this is fear or excitement. Snow. I would go, even if I were alone. The work must be done.

I am glad I am not alone. One last check of gear, here at Ost Forod. I hope I have it all aright - I know about snow.. but I do not know it. Imagine being so cold... but I cannot imagine it. I am glad I am not alone. I have to trust that he will ensure I have what I need.

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